Chapter 5: Daily GrindWeekends are supposed to help a person recuperate and get them refreshed and focused, ready for the tedium of a full work week. Instead, I am annoyed at the universe and everything in it, from the people, to the planets, to the particles that make up the matter that they are made out of. I glance upwards at the Old Toronto skyscraper before me, work is in there, waiting.
Concierge sits at the security desk at the entrance of the building. The amount of security they actually offer is limited. If I screamed, “Fire!” they might not even twitch. I continue on, ghosting my way to the lobby elevators. I’m fortunate that there is one elevator waiting for me.
Standard elevator that is pretty boring to look at. The only text of interest is the weight limit, three thousand p
